I’m 71 years old and I’m having an affair with a “sweetie.” To be more accurate, I’m hooking up with more than one. It probably sounds crazy, perhaps a little sick. But I can’t help myself. And I like them all — the tall slim ones, the fuller body types, and the color makes no difference. Do I have an over active libido? Perhaps.
I’ve always been attracted to the “sweeties.” Even as a boy the temptation was strong, so strong that someone in my church told me that if I masturbated I would go blind. Needless to say that scared the hell out of me. Still, I began wearing glasses when I was five years old. Go figure. But my current urges are stronger that ever.
It all began a little over a week ago. I found this place, club, or whatever. I can’t be specific because I don’t think that this is legal. Anyway, I walked in and there were several sweeties on display. A woman asked me what I wanted. “Well, I’m not sure. What do you have and what is the cost?” There were lots of choices, but let me just say that they were attractive and the price was reasonable. I left with a tall, slim, dark one and a cup of coffee. Years ago I might have had a cigarette. But now I prefer a cup of coffee after and sometimes during. You might think that we went to a hotel. No, there wasn’t a need for that. My car worked just fine. I moved the seat back and the two of us listened to the radio, a little conversation, and then — delicious. Of course I have not told my wife about that experience. In fact, I’ve been going to the establishment two or three times a week.
My story began when my wife decided to lose 10 pounds and went on a diet. She really didn’t need to lose weight, but that was her decision. As part of her diet, no carbs or sugar — the two things that I crave. In case you’re interested, I’ll give you the name of the establishment where I make my purchases. It’s called “Larry’s House of Cakes.” (Larry’s my name but this is just a coincidence.) Two days ago I had a chocolate long john and a cup of coffee in my car. Yesterday I ate one candy bar and hide another one in the refrigerator in the garage. Today I had a donut and coffee in my car. I’ve hidden all kinds of sweets throughout our house. This has added a new level of excitement to my life. Even after my wife ends her diet, I’ll probably continue my trips to “Larry’s House of Cakes” and take a sweetie and a cup of coffee to my car. I know, I’m such a rascal.